As The Cell Door Turns

My Fellow Inmates,

Well as soon as one thinks they are settled, life rears its left asscheek and aerates the room. Having recently moved it appears I shall be doing so again some time within this year.

It looks like we are going to be moving into a larger home. That being said, the play space will now actually be in a basement and twice the size of the space we have to use at the moment. This is the plus.

The negative part is at this moment the padded cell is on hiatus. I am not sure about the size and layout of the new digs, and until I get a chance to see it I will have to place that project on the back burner...

With that said though, a larger space means that the one major toy I have wanted for so long, a Striker gurney (pictured) is not only a possibility but an inevitability.

In our current home there is not the space for it. In the new place there is more than enough, and I have some hardcore bondage ideas using this toy that I have never seen done before. Experimentation on willing, and or unwilling participants is one thing that I enjoy quite well, and anything that holds them down tighter is a major plus in my book.

Stay tuned on all of that.

In the meantime we are still piecing together the current playroom, though now that we know its temporary progress will probably slow a bit after the BDG table arrives, and the grand ideas shall wait until the permanent location is readied for setup.

Realize that this means that when we do move, I will chronicle the building of the play space, from the blank pix of the empty room as we first see it to the finished space once all is said and done.

Think of it as Martha Stewart's Dungeon Living

For now look forward to thoughts, plans, play, and twisted humor as we count down the months to the new play space.

With that visiting time is over and the guards grow antsy...

Take care, and what ever you do don't scream too loud, others are trying to sleep

Rubberasylum

As The Cell Door Turns

My Fellow Inmates,

The first order of business is to remember what blessed font I used the day before when I posted the last blog... This brings us to the next part, the blog itself. It can be hard to figure out sometimes what to say in a blog that is posted daily: What do people wish to hear about, what ramblings are better kept inside the grey matter than unleashing upon the unsuspecting populace?


One way or the other I plan to post daily on this, Asylum holds his own unique brand of insanity and inquiring minds want to know. Even though Rosanne did not birth my Alien love child, and in so many ways I am thankful for this, I still have many insightful things to share (I.e. What's the best way to get those pesky cum stains out, Great J-lube recipes, & No mater what he says that catsuit does not make you butt look fat). Heloise Eat your heart out...

Before you ask, I am the most normal person I know... be afraid, be very afraid...

As you can see by the Picture the playroom has taken a next step forward... Yes I realize all we did was put up pegboard and hung gear, but it definitely has an ambiance about it.


Now before you ask, yes its white, deal with it. If you haven't figured out asylum's attachment to the whole institutional look yet... well.... *cough*... Moving forward.

Oh by the way, we ordered a BDG bondage strap table with all the trimmings, that should be here any day now... Also other stuff soon to come in, more on that later...

With that visiting time is over and the guards grow antsy...

Take care, and what ever you do don't scream too loud, others are trying to sleep

Rubberasylum